In first year I was so obedient
Class I was always Punctual
And assignments I had masterpiece
church I joined praise ministry
The rest became history
My first year transcript
Depicts the focus of a comrade
That became a wish
Years in the academic circles
For things got tough
Calculus was tormenting
as the subjects ascended
101, 237,311, 477, 506 & 629
the last two kept our brothers Elderly
Freshers did mistake them for lectures
And the real shit came,
Life got Tough and stuff got hard
missions increased and parties multiplied
Our the brother-sister relationship
Lost flavor and got me Naughty
I wanted Real men.... Not saint
I was tired of the morning glory
As I enjoyed real soap opera's
In every Street of the Campus
And yet he wants to read me verses
When I expected him to lay a trap
I missed a man to make me feel loved
Even if it was a lie
Someone to disturb my days
I lost hope with the church boys.
since my prayers for them to grow up was futile.
Love came crashing
When I needed a majestic squeeze,
I felt having wasted years hoping
And the Bad Boy did it
My heart was corked with the right fitting.
I lived morning, nights and Afternoon missing his craze to make me smile
Perfectly he showed up amazing
A queen I was treated
And Days became lively
Here I am with a lion that can roar
With real vibrator power
And he Has changed for me
The Bump of success is blooming
And Change is my Real Testimony